Thanksgiving weekend is mostly a long string of traditions. It’s always chaotic even though there is down time. There is always some sort of adventure, and if you know me…..there is always a story behind the adventure. We start off the holiday in the kitchen. And I’m going to tell you what Thanksgiving is like...
My brother and I were the only children that didn’t live within a few miles of my grandparents (on my dads side.) They lived in the only mountains in North Dakota, only a skip to Canada. I visited once a year. Meeting new family members each trip. Too many to count. When my dad was...
He said… “When I sit in my room, as I often do. I think about the last 60 or 70 years. Mulling over everything I’ve done. Everyone I’ve known. Thinking about my life. That’s what you do at my age (97) And I think that I’d like to get back on that big old boat,...